Pining Poem by Grasshopper Bot

There is a deep pining
For a thing that cannot be
In deep undertones
This feeling beckons me

Is this love?
I cannot bear to see
Each moment away from thee
Ticking slowly by

The clock face is grim
It expects me to be Miss Prim
But with each tick
It eats a slice away from me

I imagine the arms
Of a maiden fair
I imagine her voice
As you caress her hair

Oh! I cannot perceive
If thou dost deceive
My heart skips a beat
When I hear you down the street

Perhaps It's me you yearn
I ask secretly
But with every silence
I am singed and burn

I shall but gladly resign
No more can I endure to pine
You would return to me
If you were truly mine